stolen by Betania TeschWhat reality is this
quivering in the sinuous
pockets of bloodblackness
in between my thighs?
It tastes of bitter negligence
and smells of death
by inevitable disappointment.
It hides in the safety of crossed legs
never daring to crawl up
to my lips, to my eyes,
existing unnoticed by all
until a hungry lover
steals away with it in the night
and suddenly I am empty.
So he replaces it with
doubt, fear and misunderstanding.
The absence of sadness
is not the equivalent of happiness. 09/12/2002 Posted on 10/24/2002 Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Richard Paez on 10/24/02 at 10:30 PM I can feel the pain through this poem- taste the words. Well written- direct, honest, beautiful in a non-pretty way. Thank you for sharing this. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/18/02 at 02:45 AM I womanpoem strikes me gently but firmly in the complacency of my manworld... you turning your inside out with a beauty and honesty... a gift to us all. Thank you dear Bethany. |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/18/02 at 02:46 AM I meant to say... This womanpoem... |
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